Posts tagged high end of low
I can get by now. I’m not really dead, but I really needed someone to save me.
Every time I kill you, I’m really just killing myself. Don’t flatter yourself, don’t flatter yourself. This is business, not pleasure, baby.
Leaving me alone to die is worse than having the guts to kill me.
I wish I was still dead, but the TV said it’s just a ‘tropical depression.’